I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story...
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His cock is huge. I barely get my hand to close around it. The head of it glistens from the k-y as my hand moves over the top, mixed with his pre cum, so slippery. He pants softly, whimpers, writhes as my hand moves up and down the entire length of his massive erection. He's naked, spread-eagle and restrained on a stainless steel metal table. A small pillow under his rear end pushes his penis up high for all to see. That is the point.
Standing next to him in my little pink dress, pink heels and white lace ankle sox, I see the reflection of the boy, myself, see it all in the mirror as I bend over him. My butt is exposed slightly under my dress revealing ruffled panties that conceal a locking cock harness and locking dildo in my tiny little hole. The faint hint of stripes from a severe whipping three days ago to the backs of my legs shows slightly above my stocking tops. I see the crowd of guests behind me looking on, milling around. All ladies, all dear friends of yours, they are regular guests at these type gatherings at my Mistress Marisa's estate.
I see you approach.
"Princess, slower! You want your butt spanked again, do you? If he cums prematurely you go to the punishment room."
You stand at the edge of the raised stage. It's two feet off the floor. I hear you talk such that the boy and I can hear, hiss your dissatisfaction with me.
"My guests are here to see his stamina. For now, anyway. Maybe make him cum in your face, know you'd like that you, little bitch. Slower, tease him. Only tease, baby doll. Don't make me tell you again!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, sorry...", you move away from me in mid-sentence.
You turn and drift back to the other ladies in the room. I see you in the mirror. Several of your guests come up to you. I can hear them as they complement you on your latest acquisition--the naked boy on the table.
"He is big, like that a lot, how do you find them, Marisa. He's like a fucking horse. You are willing to part with him, I hope?"
A lady friend stares at the scene on the stage, the table before her.
"For the evening, Shelly. Just for the evening. He's my property, honey"
The two of you laugh. You sip from your champagne flute.
My only job is to keep the boy at the peak of erection. Throbbing erection, my job is to maintain it. You are exhibiting his penis. He is well muscled, smooth and firm, has a very well developed body. My hand moves on him, I am being very careful to feel for any hint of climax, throbbing. I stroke rhythmically up and down on him. His penis stands straight up, 10" at least.
The boy looks eighteen years old at most. He actually turned twenty-two weeks ago, came to you courtesy of your friend Barbara. She literally gave him to you.
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"You know I love you, Marisa. It's a gift from George. He sends his best.", heard her say as she breezed past me at your door the day the boy arrived at your estate, the boy on a leash led to your library. Listened as to you I did my dusting in the hallway.
"He's been trained to be bred, can be used to fuck your stable of sissy boys over and over. He's gifted to say the least. And he can go on forever. But I think when you see his cock you'll want to use him for other duties. Your lover boy gonna give you trouble when he sees this one? He's beautiful."
I hear her laugh. See her in the hall mirror take down the boy's pants fast, jerks them to his knees. Hear you gasp, much girlish laugh.
"Oh my."
Hear you and then hear your heels click as you walk around him, inspect him.
"I don't know if I'll tell my lover about this one. Nice. And he's cute too, pretty face."
You run your hand down the length of his hanging penis.
"What's your name, baby boy?"
"Michael, Ma'am." His cock responds instantly to your touch, jumps semi erect. He keeps his eyes to the floor.
"Do know your place, Michael, you a good boy?"
You take his cock in your hand. He goes fully erect.
"Oh yes, Ma'am, yes. I do. Please believe me..."
"Shhhh, we'll see. You are a pretty one, Michael."
"George has been working with him for over a year."
Barbara moves to the couch and sits.
"I bet he has. The old faggot."
The two of you laugh.
I know 'George'. I'm sent to him for punishment. Hate him, hate going to him, always very cruel with me, takes advantage of me sexually in the most brutal ways. And now here is this boy sent from him in your house, a gift!
That was two months ago. He's been in your bed almost every night since you acquired him. I'm so jealous I can hardly contain myself. Pushed out of your attention almost entirely since you started 'getting to know him', as you told me you were going to do. Whip marks on my back thighs are there because I begged to be able to make a worship puddle, cum on the floor in front of you, be taken to your special room, kneel at your feet, kiss your hand, your feet, pleading for your attention. Was told I was a spoiled brat, I was told I needed to learn self-control, taken to the whipping room instead and whipped with a cane until I almost bled. Huge letters written on the white board in front of me as I was restrained over the whipping horse read, 'SELFISH LITTLE BITCH'.
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